As a man falls in his unknown He stops his mortal time. The state of slave-being is put to an end And suffering grows sharper. Yearning what we detest
to come The uncanny words of a clinical mind Turn of centuries bore his truth A mysterious being with a curious gift Nostradamus - chosen one His talent for reaching with a gaze Into
mother, and I am the true face of evil. [Chorus:] I am anguish - Portal of all hate! I am eternity - Wisdom through the flames! I am anguish - Released
feet And as I looked into His eyes The love was shining out from Him Like sunlight from the skies Guilt in my confusion Disappeared in sweet release
smile Unspeakable anguish, heaven's out of reach When mother nature will surely Descend, and sleep for eternity Please release the weight that lies on my shoulders Please release
sake, who are these lobotomists? As if walls only had one side. Whispered intimacies might not get through, But cries of anguish know no barriers. But
Cold yet unendingly atrocious This fire stopped burning long ago The pain of longing is thousand times more bearable Than the anguish of release When
of the anguishes and Disappointments of lonelyness Delivered of all the sufferings Which have drilled into your heart like glowing arrows Now you've find release, You'll find Release
that had no bearing on your choices Still the dove of peace can not justify the bearing of the wounds of Christ The blade of release Uplifting in belief
if sleeping brings relief They can go lie down and slumber And if sleeping brings relief They can... go lie down and slumber Slumber... And there be no release from anguish
pain Anguish of the mind Tortured afterlife Exiled from sanity... never to return Mental paralysis... internal decadence Twisted brain Abstract world of pain Anguish
your inquiry. Memorizing thoughts thought hallucinations of despair. Imminence burns within, plague yourself to disrespect. Battered visions, desolation drips into
voice? For fucks sake, who are these lobotomists? As if walls only had one side. Whispered intimacies might not get through, But cries of anguish know
I?m not sure anymore, if you?re my cure My release, my spring-breeze or my disease Anyhow you?re charm I cannot resist You?re the reason why I exist
The girls do not feel at all uncomfortable when the man leads them gently into the dark, spacious trunk In the following days the girls are transferred into
your inquiry Memorizing thoughts through hallucinations of despair Imminence burns within, plunge yourself to disrespect Battred visions, desolation drips into